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Shadow and Shade

"I stayed up all night finishing Shadow and Shade, a fascinating fantasy world of magic, family, and what happens when the two collide. A tough and enchanting tale that will have you listening to the forest and talking to the wolves. I can't wait to see what Gerrard writes next!" Rebecca Cantrell, New York Times bestselling author of The World Beneath

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Janine was talking to Carolyn about Carolyn’s trip to Puerto Vallarta when two young gentlemen in suits entered the office. Janine checked Mr. Carmina’s calendar. He didn’t have any meetings until after lunch. She gave them her coolest, most professional demeanor. “Good morning. May I help you?”

They took out billfolds and opened them. Janine’s jaw dropped open as she saw badges and ID cards. “I’m special agent Witkoski, FBI. This is special agent Curran. We need to speak with Mr. Carmina.”

So much for cool. “Oh my God. Is he… what’s going on?”

“We need to ask him a few questions,” agent Curran said. He didn’t smile when he said it.

“I’ll go get him,” Carolyn said.

“Thanks,” Janine said. “It should just be a second. His office is right down the hall.”

Agent Witkoski watched where Carolyn had gone. Janine wondered if he was going to follow her down the hall. She started to laugh, then Carolyn came back looking like just got the pink reading on a pregnancy test. “He’s not in his office,” she said.

“He just went back a minute ago!” Janine looked at the agents.

“Is there another way out of the building?” Agent Witkoski asked.

“There’s a back stairway,” Janine said. She couldn’t believe this was happening.

Agent Witkoski put down a business card. “Call this number if he comes back.” The agents strode quickly out of the office.

Janine and Carolyn looked at each other. The phone rang. Janine put her hand over her mouth. “It’s Mr. C.” It rang again. She reached for the phone. She trembled at the idea of picking it up.